PRIDE, Simba/Kovu [1/2]
anonymous
June 30 2010, 23:20:58 UTC
The moon had hardly moved in the sky when Simba reemerged from the cave Kovu has been refused entrance to, for fear of what he would do to the lionesses or with the hope something would attack him when he is left unprotected in the night--or both. Kovu, full of restlessness, was on his feet immediately, wary.
Simba's eyes were narrowed and evaluating, and he circled around behind Kovu. He had to fight not to turn around and face him head-on, loath as he was to have his back exposed. Kovu settled for following him with his ears.
"Have you made your judgment already?" Kovu asked lowly, and was proud how servile he had managed to make his tone.
Simba was silent for a while, and Kovu was just beginning to get truly nervous when he broke it.
"My father," Simba said very quietly, "was too permissive with Scar, and because of that, he died." Kovu grit his fangs, hating the revisionist history the lions in the Pride Lands used to tar Scar, and forced himself not to contradict Simba. "We will not have such a misunderstanding between us."
Simba snarled then, and every one of Kovu's carefully honed muscles locked up, eyes widening. He knew that snarl; Vitani had told him, once, that it was a sure-fire way to get a lioness wet (unless it was Nuka doing it, she had added with her usual vicious glee). Kovu froze up like the proverbial antelope in the eye sights. He had prepared exhaustively to be where he was this evening, but none of Zira's tutelage had ever touched on this.
Simba didn't lick him into compliance like a finicky lioness; he grabbed him by the scruff, his larger, stronger jaw finding his neck even through his mane, and forced him down into the appropriate crouch. Kovu's own body's natural resistance couldn't withstand the force of Simba's thrust, and he was inside him immediately. His thrusts were fast and hard, jaw and front paws holding him immobile while he squatted over him and pumped into him. In less than a minute he roared, muffled by the mouthful of fur, and emptied his seed in barren ground. Simba pulled back, released Kovu, and returned to the den without a backward look.
For several moments Kovu simply lay there, dazed and confused. It had happened too quickly for him to even form an opinion during the act, but now that he had the time to collect himself, he hated Simba all the more. Zira had sharpened his rage to a lethal point, but this had strengthened it. Even worse than the debasement was the helplessness of his neck beneath Simba's big teeth.
When, half an hour later, Simba padded with single intention out of the cave again, Kovu started and scrambled to his feet, facing him this time. Simba paid no heed, knocking him back down and maneuvering himself beneath his tail, clamping back down on his neck as he drove in.
It took no longer than before, but it was much worse the second time. With no shock to cushion the sensations, Kovu felt every inch that pounded into him, and when Simba pulled out, the spines that raked his insides made him bare his teeth in a silent snarl of pain. Simba kept his jaw locked around his neck until Kovu put his teeth away, and then let go and returned to the cave.
The third time, however, was even worse, because Kovu had a full half hour to anticipate and dread the event. While Simba rutted against him, he distracted himself with a vivid imagining of the king's imminent death at his own paws.
But he had to play his part in this; he knew that everyone in the Outlands was counting on him to succeed in killing Simba, and to do that, Kovu needed Simba to have his guard down. He couldn't have taken the snarling, defensive king he met on the banks earlier that evening, he knew that. And growing up in the Outlands taught him that life was filled with many unpleasant things that must be endured if you wanted to survive.
PRIDE, Simba/Kovu [2/2]
anonymous
June 30 2010, 23:22:03 UTC
The fourth time Simba mounted him, he gave him no more resistance; rather than standing when he saw him emerge from among the rocks, he arranged himself in the position a permissive lioness took. As much of the king's seed that there was now inside of him the penetration was easier to bear, though the removal caused the usual raking pain.
To Kovu's surprise, Simba didn't leave immediately afterward. Though he removed his phallus, he remained hunched over Kovu's back. He released his grip on Kovu's neck, leaned over so that Kovu could feel his breath on his ear, and spoke for the first time since denouncing Scar.
"Still want to join my pride, Kovu?"
His voice shook, but he still managed the lie. "Yes."
It must have been convincing, because when Simba returned he did not keep a hold on him with his teeth, save the reflexive bite and roar that always came with a climax.
The next time Simba climbed upon Kovu's used, unresisting body, he surprised Kovu by speaking all during the time he pistoned against his hindquarters, voice rough and low and right against his ear.
"This is what it will be like, Kovu. None of the lionesses are in estrous, you know. We can't provide for new cubs, not while the Pride Lands are still recovering from the damage Scar and the hyenas dealt. And they are gone hunting all day, to keep the pride fed if not full. I have tension to release, and no lioness to permit me. But that's not a problem for you, is it?" he asked rhetorically, puncturing his words with a particularly hard thrust. "No, I could do this whenever I wanted. All day, in front of everyone--would you lie down and take it for your king, Kovu?"
Kovu couldn't answer, but Simba hardly noticed; he was clasping him by the throat, roaring his pleasure as he spent inside of him yet again. Simba pulled out slowly, and Kovu winced as he was scraped raw anew. At least, Kovu thought as he sprawled out on the rock, relishing the respite until Simba came to make use of him again, Simba had not licked him before he went as if Kovu were an obliging lioness eager for him to fill her up with cubs.
It continued like that, twice on the hour. Nine times in all before the farthest edge of the sky began to pinken, and Simba retired for good.
Kovu was utterly spent, torn and exhausted from Simba's demanding attentions. Some of his seed had leaked out and dried in the surrounding fur and his mane was matted with saliva. He felt in desperate need of a bath, so when he could finally force his aching limbs to cooperate, he went down to the watering hole and washed thoroughly every place he could not reach with his tongue.
He saw Simba coming before Simba saw him, he was sure of it, and he quickly moved to higher ground, upwind and concealed by rocks. A hot surge of anger gripped him as he watched the larger male bend to drink, and he worked out his muscles in preparation to spring.
Re: PRIDE, Simba/Kovu [2/2]
anonymous
July 1 2010, 06:18:11 UTC
Okay, I originally requested this and I have to say, thank you so much!!! So glad you picked up this prompt, mystery writer. ♥ To be honest, this was SO incredibly written and I wasn't expecting it to be filled at all, let alone this...ideally.
Everything was exactly, extremely perfect. It fit in with the context of the movie, and it was so accurate to actual lion behavior, and I just love it. :D
And you kept it in character too, omg. With Kovu battling his arrogance to complete his mission, and Simba just owning Kovu and his rights as the king. When Kovu carefully restrained himself and submitted the fourth time around it was a perfect mirror to his behavior in the movie when he was trying to work his way into Simba's trust. So sneaky. So Kovu. ♥
Thank you again, Mystery Writer!! I love this so much. :]
And now I really wish there was more TLK fanfiction....
Re: PRIDE, Simba/Kovu [2/2]
anonymous
July 1 2010, 06:35:25 UTC
...Triple commenting, new low, but whatever. I'd also like to add that I love how you got into the lion-ness of the act. And that you wrote Kovu and Simba as real lions, with all of their actions and reactions having a basis in real life behaviors.
They didn't read as just humans with four legs and fur, and I loved it. If that makes sense.
Re: PRIDE, Simba/Kovu [2/2]
anonymous
July 1 2010, 09:31:10 UTC
lol, don't apologize for commenting; it's great to know the original requester loved the fill. Much better than getting no response. <3
I actually spent an hour googling lion sex, and when I found out they mate upwards 40 times a day, I couldn't NOT write this. *kinks hard for coming-back-for-more*
Mmmmf. When Simba kept coming back for more and I realized that you were going to write them as LIONS--- that was awesome. Best part was Simba's warning, starting with "This is what it will be like." That was cruel and controlling and PERFECT. Really, you captured the dynamic of their relationship brilliantly. The powerplay in this was intense.
This was a really, really great fill. Thanks so much for sharing! <3
Re: PRIDE, Simba/Kovu [2/2]
anonymous
July 3 2010, 19:33:38 UTC
GODDDDDDDD THIS WAS HOT. I didn't think I'd be so into The Lion King fanfiction, but WOW. Simba double-dipping (nine times dipping, actually!!) was ridiculously hot. I can't help but imagining an AU where Kovu winds up taking his place at Pride Rock to take care of Simba's, uh, needs. :D :D
I don't guess you would write any more Simba/Kovu? Not even necessarily smutty! Although I won't lie, it would be hot. :P
Simba's eyes were narrowed and evaluating, and he circled around behind Kovu. He had to fight not to turn around and face him head-on, loath as he was to have his back exposed. Kovu settled for following him with his ears.
"Have you made your judgment already?" Kovu asked lowly, and was proud how servile he had managed to make his tone.
Simba was silent for a while, and Kovu was just beginning to get truly nervous when he broke it.
"My father," Simba said very quietly, "was too permissive with Scar, and because of that, he died." Kovu grit his fangs, hating the revisionist history the lions in the Pride Lands used to tar Scar, and forced himself not to contradict Simba. "We will not have such a misunderstanding between us."
Simba snarled then, and every one of Kovu's carefully honed muscles locked up, eyes widening. He knew that snarl; Vitani had told him, once, that it was a sure-fire way to get a lioness wet (unless it was Nuka doing it, she had added with her usual vicious glee). Kovu froze up like the proverbial antelope in the eye sights. He had prepared exhaustively to be where he was this evening, but none of Zira's tutelage had ever touched on this.
Simba didn't lick him into compliance like a finicky lioness; he grabbed him by the scruff, his larger, stronger jaw finding his neck even through his mane, and forced him down into the appropriate crouch. Kovu's own body's natural resistance couldn't withstand the force of Simba's thrust, and he was inside him immediately. His thrusts were fast and hard, jaw and front paws holding him immobile while he squatted over him and pumped into him. In less than a minute he roared, muffled by the mouthful of fur, and emptied his seed in barren ground. Simba pulled back, released Kovu, and returned to the den without a backward look.
For several moments Kovu simply lay there, dazed and confused. It had happened too quickly for him to even form an opinion during the act, but now that he had the time to collect himself, he hated Simba all the more. Zira had sharpened his rage to a lethal point, but this had strengthened it. Even worse than the debasement was the helplessness of his neck beneath Simba's big teeth.
When, half an hour later, Simba padded with single intention out of the cave again, Kovu started and scrambled to his feet, facing him this time. Simba paid no heed, knocking him back down and maneuvering himself beneath his tail, clamping back down on his neck as he drove in.
It took no longer than before, but it was much worse the second time. With no shock to cushion the sensations, Kovu felt every inch that pounded into him, and when Simba pulled out, the spines that raked his insides made him bare his teeth in a silent snarl of pain. Simba kept his jaw locked around his neck until Kovu put his teeth away, and then let go and returned to the cave.
The third time, however, was even worse, because Kovu had a full half hour to anticipate and dread the event. While Simba rutted against him, he distracted himself with a vivid imagining of the king's imminent death at his own paws.
But he had to play his part in this; he knew that everyone in the Outlands was counting on him to succeed in killing Simba, and to do that, Kovu needed Simba to have his guard down. He couldn't have taken the snarling, defensive king he met on the banks earlier that evening, he knew that. And growing up in the Outlands taught him that life was filled with many unpleasant things that must be endured if you wanted to survive.
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To Kovu's surprise, Simba didn't leave immediately afterward. Though he removed his phallus, he remained hunched over Kovu's back. He released his grip on Kovu's neck, leaned over so that Kovu could feel his breath on his ear, and spoke for the first time since denouncing Scar.
"Still want to join my pride, Kovu?"
His voice shook, but he still managed the lie. "Yes."
It must have been convincing, because when Simba returned he did not keep a hold on him with his teeth, save the reflexive bite and roar that always came with a climax.
The next time Simba climbed upon Kovu's used, unresisting body, he surprised Kovu by speaking all during the time he pistoned against his hindquarters, voice rough and low and right against his ear.
"This is what it will be like, Kovu. None of the lionesses are in estrous, you know. We can't provide for new cubs, not while the Pride Lands are still recovering from the damage Scar and the hyenas dealt. And they are gone hunting all day, to keep the pride fed if not full. I have tension to release, and no lioness to permit me. But that's not a problem for you, is it?" he asked rhetorically, puncturing his words with a particularly hard thrust. "No, I could do this whenever I wanted. All day, in front of everyone--would you lie down and take it for your king, Kovu?"
Kovu couldn't answer, but Simba hardly noticed; he was clasping him by the throat, roaring his pleasure as he spent inside of him yet again. Simba pulled out slowly, and Kovu winced as he was scraped raw anew. At least, Kovu thought as he sprawled out on the rock, relishing the respite until Simba came to make use of him again, Simba had not licked him before he went as if Kovu were an obliging lioness eager for him to fill her up with cubs.
It continued like that, twice on the hour. Nine times in all before the farthest edge of the sky began to pinken, and Simba retired for good.
Kovu was utterly spent, torn and exhausted from Simba's demanding attentions. Some of his seed had leaked out and dried in the surrounding fur and his mane was matted with saliva. He felt in desperate need of a bath, so when he could finally force his aching limbs to cooperate, he went down to the watering hole and washed thoroughly every place he could not reach with his tongue.
He saw Simba coming before Simba saw him, he was sure of it, and he quickly moved to higher ground, upwind and concealed by rocks. A hot surge of anger gripped him as he watched the larger male bend to drink, and he worked out his muscles in preparation to spring.
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Everything was exactly, extremely perfect. It fit in with the context of the movie, and it was so accurate to actual lion behavior, and I just love it. :D
And you kept it in character too, omg. With Kovu battling his arrogance to complete his mission, and Simba just owning Kovu and his rights as the king. When Kovu carefully restrained himself and submitted the fourth time around it was a perfect mirror to his behavior in the movie when he was trying to work his way into Simba's trust. So sneaky. So Kovu. ♥
Thank you again, Mystery Writer!! I love this so much. :]
And now I really wish there was more TLK fanfiction....
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They didn't read as just humans with four legs and fur, and I loved it. If that makes sense.
Sorry for commenting so much! D:
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I actually spent an hour googling lion sex, and when I found out they mate upwards 40 times a day, I couldn't NOT write this. *kinks hard for coming-back-for-more*
I'm very glad you liked the fic, OP!
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Mmmmf. When Simba kept coming back for more and I realized that you were going to write them as LIONS--- that was awesome. Best part was Simba's warning, starting with "This is what it will be like." That was cruel and controlling and PERFECT. Really, you captured the dynamic of their relationship brilliantly. The powerplay in this was intense.
This was a really, really great fill. Thanks so much for sharing! <3
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I don't guess you would write any more Simba/Kovu? Not even necessarily smutty! Although I won't lie, it would be hot. :P
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I love how you went the distance and slipped it in a place where it could add to the storyline, plus based it on lion behavior!
I just want you to know anon, I love you and this will be in my twisted little mind and heart as secret canon <3
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